JEWELS
Reading edition
O! Gold I lack; I am a man Who cannot give as others can; No costly gems of value rare Are mine to give, my Lady Fair!
Yet would I give, and of my best, So delve the kingdom of mine eyes: What say'st thou to a rope of pearls Strung from the cirro-clouded skies?
A sunlit beck, just after rain, Should from its ripples lend a chain Of sparkling diamonds, very meet To grace thy wrist, my Lady Sweet.
A peaty tarn, lost 'mong the hills, Of beryl tint should make a ring; The moors should yield a coronet Of amethyst, from summer ling. ***** Rubies? Already thou hast two! They are the gems for which I sue.
RIBBLESDALE.